It lingers in the waters at the stillness of the dawn.
It stumbles with the awkward grace of an innocent fawn.
It glides the sky underneath the wings of a snow white dove.
It glimmers from the eyes of a young woman deep in love.
It's fragrance fills the air of a rose garden in the spring.
It is heard from the cathedral as the choir begins to sing.
It roams the hills with wild horses that have ventured afar.
Yet, it cannot be captured until you search inside your heart.